Attend guest speaker event at the college. Open to public. Evening, already dark outside. Semicircle lecture hall with rosy undergrads, pensive graduate students, professors in worn sports coats, smattering of retired professionals from town, and me. Speaker excellent; eloquently defending free speech. Chair squeaks softly. Notice older student further down my row. Knitted charcoal sweater, black skinny chinos, stark white Vans hightops. Hair pale caramel, perfectly tousled; sideburns point to smooth angular jaw. Slate grey eyes meet mine. Flicker of gentle smile. Did I imagine it? Lecture ends. Throw on heavy coat, flip up collar, stride into frigid night, alone.